Just The Two Of Us

13. Sweet

A/N
Happy Friday!!
This chapter isn't very long I'm sorry but the next one is gonna make up for it I swear :)
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Driving Phillip's Porsche was exhilarating, it was like being in a fast and furious movie. You could tell that by the way Phillip was holding on, you were having a bit too much fun. It felt nice though, the breeze, the sun kissing your skin. Not to mention the fact how funny it was to see Phillip freaked out.

"I know it's fun to drive this bad boy but please be care-FUL, THIS WAS A GIFT. I- ARE YOU TRYING TO GET US KILLED?" Phillip cried out.

"Please stop being a big baby, just relax. I'm just enjoying it while I can. Also who the fuck gifted you a Porsche? I don't think I have ever come across someone who likes you enough to gift you an expensive ass car." You laughed out loud.

Phillip's body tensed. "Don't worry about it."

"Ah, I get it. Was it an ex-lover?" You said jokingly.

"Yeah. Old news though."

"WAIT... ARE YOU BEING SERIOUS? Wow, you really hit the gold mine with that one. And she let you keep it? She didn't ask for it back?"

"Nope. If anything she hit the gold mine with me, if she didn't like me as much as she did she wouldn't have given me my beautiful baby."

You giggled, approaching the hospital, and slid into a parking spot.

"See. No scratch or anything. You seriously had nothing to worry about."

"Yeah, whatever."

"Alright sour puss let's go get you checked out."

Phillip had checked himself in and was called into an examination room, you had offered to go into the room with him but he declined, so you decided to head over to the cafeteria to get some coffee. The cafeteria was practically empty, with just a couple of off-the-clock nurses, doctors, and cafe staff. You walked around to see if there would be anything Phillip might've wanted.

"I wouldn't get the donuts." You turned your head to see who it was.

"What?" You asked.

"The donuts here get stale after a certain time. They honestly aren't any good, in my opinion."

You giggled. "Noted."

"I'm a doctor here. Doctor Wells Westbrook." He put his hand out to gesture a handshake.

After introducing yourself, he offered to buy you coffee in which you accepted. You also had gotten a double chocolate chip muffin for Phillip. You both had sat down and started chatting away. You couldn't deny how good-looking he was for his age. He mentioned that he would be turning forty in a couple of months. Normally you weren't ever interested in older men except for celebrities. The way he spoke to you was so enchanting you couldn't stop staring at him. You could practically feel the drool come out of your mouth.

Your conversation was interrupted when Dr. Westbrook's pager started going off. He gave a card with his number on it, and you wished him well on his emergency surgery before parting ways. Phillip sent you a text letting you know he was all done, so you made your way back to the parking lot.

"I was hoping you'd get a cast so I could've signed it for you." You joked around pointing at his brace.

"HA! Well, the doctor said I would only need it for about two weeks. It doesn't have to stay on 24/7 just when I really feel like I need it." He said grabbing the keys from your pocket.